The Glory

30 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

My picture taking has waned the past few weeks as I struggle to adjust to the changing seasons. There are times when I declare myself an explorer of nature regardless of the weather and there are times when I retreat into the warmth of my farm house, glad I am not asked to survive without the comforts I am accustomed to. It has been one of those time. I sit quietly doing inside projects, addressing ideas I had put on hold for just this time. It is the time of rejuvenation, as I gear up for walks and barn chores in the cold, for white replacing the green that once was and the brown that is now.

I searched for images of inspiration today in my photo library and found several that remind me, there is glory to be found in nature regardless of season, weather, or lighting conditions. I have let the most amazing sunrises go undocumented these past weeks as I bustle about gathering supplies for my “winter” projects. I had forgotten that I am a stand for being present to the everyday miracles of nature and for sharing them with you. This image is one of those miracles.

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Imagination

30 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

When I look at this image literally, it shows the remnants of a cold, long, winter in Central New York. With that said, let’s explore the fantasy…

Imagine, it is a chilly autumn night. You just got the finishing touches on your costume and you head out. Everything is going well until you realize that your friends are far up the street having raced past the cemetery on your tick or treat trail. You take a deep breath, praying that you can run in this ridiculous costume. Why you wanted to dress as a huge Mr. Peanut you will never know. “Exhale…” You start to trot. About half way past you trip, falling, “Smack!” on the pavement. You never saw that obvious crack in the sidewalk. How could you, your only view is through the canned smile on Mr. Peanut’s face? When you roll over in an attempt to right the peanut, you peer into the cemetery, and freeze. There, in the distance, this huge apparition appears from behind a grave stone. You want to scream but can’t. You scramble to you feet, hoping to get out of there before you are just another remnant of Halloween go wrong, just another puddle of peanut butter.





Cold Brook

30 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

Legend has it that Cold Brook (the village where I live) got its name when one of the original settles knelt down on the banks, thirsty and hot from a long trip. He scooped water in his tired hands that immediately was splashed onto his face. His travel companions were still making their way to the bubbling tributary when they heard him holler, “Dear Lord, this is a Cold Brook!”

Now, you knew that one was coming….. : )

In fact, Cold Brook is, “a Cold Brook” and its life blood is what protects it from the summer sun and what seems to be inescapable drought. Water, bubbles up through the earth, filling our little brook, creating a habitat and once powering the many mills in our village. We owe our name, our heritage, and our legacy to it, the Cold Brook.





Morning Song

30 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

What is that gets you out of bed in the morning? Besides the obligation of the coming day, what is it that has you climb out of the cozy bed and put your feet on the cold, hard, floor?

For me, it is the possibility of being present for a day like this. A day that peeks its head out of the covers and unveils the glory of the life. I dream of the morning light filtered by the trees, dancing on every drop of water, making every surface twinkle.

What would it be like to be present to the glory everyday, even those days shrouded in gray?





A Blanket of White

23 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

The car continued slowly up the road, as I sit an gaze out the window. It is 6 pm and very dark. The headlights from the car bring the early winter snow into my consciousness. Each flake looks like a glimmering crystal as it falls to cover the earth. As I sat, envisioning the dancing flakes in my imagination, I was reminded of this picture I took some time ago. I feel like this little nuthatch, all fluffed up, peering out my window at the tiny drops of white that are creating a blanket over the ground.





The Hunt

19 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

The crisp, cool air filled my lungs as I left the house to begin the hunt. Crunch, crunch, crunch! The sound of my feet on the icy leaves would surely scare off any prey. I took in a deep breath. The cool, clean air creates a certain sense of peace in my soul. It rejuvenates me and I continue. The sun is peaking over the hill. I position myself and capture its brilliance with the flutter of the shutter. I return home satisfied and grateful for the beauty that surrounds me.





Frosting

19 11 2007



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Originally uploaded by Heather Perretta.

Tiny crystals, reflecting every drop of sunlight, create intricate patterns of brilliance, as the nights grow cooler and the days shorter. As a child, I marveled at the artwork on the window pane. The thin lines or ice created snowflakes more beautiful than I could dream up with my scissors and paper.








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